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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.