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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.