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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.