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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.