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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.