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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
June Days,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.