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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.