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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.