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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
JFA,
the Slits,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.