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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.