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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.