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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.