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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.