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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Gong,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.