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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Magazine to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.