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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Surgeon 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.