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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
AZ,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.