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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
The Busters,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.