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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.