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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.