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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.