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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.