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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
the Association,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.