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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.