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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.