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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.