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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.