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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.