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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.