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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.