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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.