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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.