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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Unwound,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Index,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.