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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.