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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Can,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.