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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.