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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.