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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
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.