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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Nico,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.