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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.