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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
the Human League,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.