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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.