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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Trojans 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.