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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Monolake,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.