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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Mars,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.