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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.