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 Saudi Arabia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.