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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Rufus Thomas 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.