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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.