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 Nauru and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.