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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.