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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.