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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Minor Threat 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
10cc,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.