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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.