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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Red Krayola 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.