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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.