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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.