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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.