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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.