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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Nas,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.