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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.