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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.