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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.