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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.