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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.