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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.