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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.