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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.