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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.