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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Angels of Light 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.