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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.