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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.