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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Television to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.