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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.