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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.