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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.