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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.