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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.