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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.