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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.