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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.