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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.