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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The Wake,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.