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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
PIL,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.