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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.