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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.