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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 ABC to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.