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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.