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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Television,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.