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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
June Days,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.