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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.