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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.