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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.