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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.