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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.