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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Franke,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.