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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.