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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
The Move,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.