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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.