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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.