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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.