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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.