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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.