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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.