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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
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.