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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
The Names,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.