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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.