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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.