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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Excepter,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.