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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.