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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.