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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.