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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.