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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.