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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.