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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Index,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.