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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.