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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.