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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.