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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
AZ,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.