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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.