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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.