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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.