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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.