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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
the Germs,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.