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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.