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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.