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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.