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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.