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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Popol Vuh 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.