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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.