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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.