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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Vogues to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.