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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.