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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.