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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.