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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.