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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.