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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Nico,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.