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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.