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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.