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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.