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 Georgia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Visage,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.