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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.