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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.