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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.