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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Monks,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.