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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.