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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Index,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.