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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.