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 Micronesia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Litter to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.