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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.