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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.