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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.