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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.