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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.