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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.