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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.