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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.