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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Wings,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.