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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.