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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.