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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.