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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.