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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.