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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.