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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.