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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.