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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
the Normal,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.