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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.