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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Index to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.