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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Roxette,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.