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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.