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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.