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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Organ to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.