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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.