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 Spain 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.