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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.