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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Crime,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.