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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Chrome,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.