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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
JFA,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.