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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.