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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.