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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Technova,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.