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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Model 500,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.