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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.