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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Wire,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.