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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.