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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.