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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.