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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.