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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.