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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Pole,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.