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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.