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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.