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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.