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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.