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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Zero Boys 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.