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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.