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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Whodini,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
UT,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.