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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 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 Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.