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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.