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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.