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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.