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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Franke,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.