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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.