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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
CMW,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.