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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.