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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
The Doors,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.