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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.