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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.