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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.