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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Visage,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.