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 Canada and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.