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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.