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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Slave,
The Residents,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.