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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.