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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.