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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.