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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.