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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.