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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.