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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.