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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.