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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.