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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.