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 Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.