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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Whodini to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
a-ha,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Japan,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.