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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.