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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.