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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.