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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
The Evens,
MDC,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.