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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.