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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.