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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.