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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.