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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.