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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.