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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.