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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
The Move,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.