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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.