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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.