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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.