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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.