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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.