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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Brick,
Unwound,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.