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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.