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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
X-102,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.