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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.