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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.