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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Index,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.