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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
The Slits,
The Sound,
The Doors,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.