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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.