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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Franke,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.