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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.