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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.