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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.