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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.