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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.