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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.