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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.