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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.