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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Monks,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.