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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
JFA,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
a-ha,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.