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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.