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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.