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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.