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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.