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 Latvia and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.