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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure 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?
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
X-101,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
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.