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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.