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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.