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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.