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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.