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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.