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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.