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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.