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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.