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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Scion,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.