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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.