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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Q65,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.