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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.