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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.