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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.