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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 ABC to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.