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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lakeside 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.