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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.