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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Litter to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.