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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.