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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.