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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.