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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.