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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.