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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.