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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
JFA,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.