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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.