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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.