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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.