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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.