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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.