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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.