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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
New Order,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.