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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.