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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.