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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.