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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.