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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Swans,
10cc,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.