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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.