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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.