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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Gladiators to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.