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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
DNA,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.