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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.