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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
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.