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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Swans to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.