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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.