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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.