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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.