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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.