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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.