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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.