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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.