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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.