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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.