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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.