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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.