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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.