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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.