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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.