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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.