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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
DNA,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.