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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Slave,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.