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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.