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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.