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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.