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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Can,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.