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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.