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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.