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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.