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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.