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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.