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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Niagra to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Technova,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.