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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.