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 India and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.