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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.