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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.