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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.