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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Nas,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.