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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Erasure,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
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.