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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.