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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.