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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.