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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.