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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.