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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.