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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Magma,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.