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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.