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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.