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 Namibia and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
AZ,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.