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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.