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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Monolake to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Nas,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.