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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.