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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.