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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.