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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd 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 Normal,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.