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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.