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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.