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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.