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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
The Move,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.