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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.