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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Kinks to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.