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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.