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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.