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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.