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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.