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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.