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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
CMW,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.