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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.