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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Saints to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Television,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.