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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.