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 Greece 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Television,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
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.