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 France and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Scientists,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Motorama,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.