Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.