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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.