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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.