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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.