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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.