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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.