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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Deakin,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.