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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.