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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Monks,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.