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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
UT,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.