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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.