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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
AZ,
ABC,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.