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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Smog,
PIL,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.