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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.