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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.