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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.