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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.