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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.