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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.