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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.