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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.