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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.