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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.