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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 ABC to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.