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 Singapore and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Sparks,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.