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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.