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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.