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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.