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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.