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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.