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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.