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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Can,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.