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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.