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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Monolake,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.