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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
the Swans,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.