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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.