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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.