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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.