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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.