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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.