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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.