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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.