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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.