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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.