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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.