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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.