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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.