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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.