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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.