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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.