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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.