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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.