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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
June Days,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Television,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.