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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.