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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
the Slits,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.