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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.