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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.