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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.