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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.