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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.