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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.