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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.