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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.