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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.