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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.