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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.