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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.