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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.