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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Nico,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.