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 Cyprus 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.