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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.