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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.