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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.