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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.