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 Korea North and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Lalann,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.