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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.