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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.