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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.