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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.