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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Deakin,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.