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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.