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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.