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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Index,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.