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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Nico,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.