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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.