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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.