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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.