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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.