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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.