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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.