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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.