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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Josef K,
the Swans,
The Move,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.