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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.