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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.