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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.