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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.