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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.