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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.