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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Franke,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.