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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.