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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.