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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.