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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
The Index,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.