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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Pole,
MC5,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.