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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Skaos to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
ABC,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.