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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.