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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
DNA,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.