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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
X-102,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.