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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.