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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.