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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.