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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.