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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.