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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.