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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Monks,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.