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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.