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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Erasure,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.