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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.