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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.