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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Lyres,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.