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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Scion,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.