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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Erykah Badu 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.