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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.