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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 a-ha to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.