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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.