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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
JFA,
June of 44,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.