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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.