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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.