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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.