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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.