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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.